Rian sat in silence as she calmed down resting her head on his lap, "I am jealous of Arrie. Am I not?"
Rian still didn't speak, he didn't want to speak for or against Aria or Roxy. Both are important for him and he wouldn't let Roxy think he was talking for Aria or he will hate Aria hearing her. He wanted Roxy to realize herself, else he will help her understand but not talk for them.
Roxy sighed and remembered what Aria had told her once. When Aria had lost her mother and Oliver had lost his wife, they had nobody other than each other. Aria was too young to understand her mother wasn't coming back to her. Rian who had learned from Amelia had cried with her seeing her weep in front of the tomb when her mother was buried inside without understanding why her father was doing it. Rian had coaxed her asking her to make his mother as hers too.
